When I started this Weblog, I promised myself that I'd write something worthwhile (or at least something that seemed worthwhile) every weekday. Unfortunately, life steps in today and makes that impossible.
. . . and so the bird of heaven, with archangelic shrieks, and his imperial beak thrust upwards, and his whole captive form folded in the flag of Ahab, went down with his ship, which, like Satan, would not sink to hell till she had dragged a living part of heaven along with her, and helmeted herself with it.
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